CRAIG’S WIFE
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Craig
- Why, what do you mean, Auntie? I can’t believe that you’ve had any difficulty with any one; and especially with Harriet—who thinks the world of you. (Miss Austen smiles dryly) Now, you know she does, Auntie. Harriet is just as fond of you as I am. (Turning to his wife) Why, it’s incredible, positively.
Mrs. Craig
- I’m glad you’re here—to hear some of this.
Craig
- I suppose there are little irritations come up around a house occasionally, just as there are in any other business; but I’m sure you’re too sensible, Auntie, to allow them to affect you to the extent of making you want to leave the house. Why, what would we do around here without you. It wouldn’t seem to me that we had any house at all. What was it you said to Auntie, Harriet?
Mrs. Craig
- I haven’t said anything to her, of course; she’s simply using her imagination,
Craig
- Then, it isn’t anything that Harriet has said to you, Auntie?
Miss Austen
- Oh, no—Harriet never says anything. She simply acts; and leaves you to interpret—if you’re able. And it takes a long time to be able—until you find the key. And then it’s all very simple—and very ridiculous, and incredibly selfish. So much so, Walter, that I rather despair of ever convincing you of my justification for leaving your house.
